I found out yesterday that Tim Russert suddenly passed away. I know it sounds odd, but I am devastated. I didn't expect such a reaction within me...but I was so sad. I felt such a loss. I didn't know him personally. But I watched him every Sunday on "Meet the Press" even more faithfully than I went to church. I watched him every morning, Monday thru Friday, during the first 1/2 hour of the "Today Show"...one of those "can't miss" rituals for me. His passion for, his brilliance and depth of knowledge of, and his obvious joy in the American political process was contagious and I can't imagine the rest of this Presidential campaign without him. You will be missed. Rest in peace.
The rest of my misery is trivial in comparison, but I've been having issues with my back that have made normal activity such a chore. Thus I missed out on a much anticipated hike this morning, the North Beach festival this afternoon, and a meeting a coworker for a pint at a dive bar this evening. All I can do is stay at home, drug myself up on pain meds, and lay on my hardwood floor for some relief. This must be what it feels like to be Steve Nash during a basketball game. (except he actually manages to get stuff done inspite of the pain)
I have a crap load of laundry to do and I don't want to lug it down to the laundrymat to do it.
I feel bloated.
I need to change my bedsheets for the laundry...but the thought of pulling off my duvet cover and then putting it back on after cleaning makes me want to roll up into the fetal position and whimper away the night.
After a week of freakishly gorgeous weather, it was overcast, foggy, and windy today.
I still haven't received my tax rebate check.
I have a long-ass to do list going, getting longer by the day...and I have no motivation to do any of it. Can it wait until next weekend?
Nothing good is on tv and I didn't "stock up" my dvr with shows this week to watch. Grrrr!!!
I'm going to put on my baggiest sweats, tie back my hair, make some tea, crawl under the covers, and watch tv for the rest of the weekend.
I'm entitled every now and again to be miserable. Don't judge.
